The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 33): Just Can’t Get Enough
I know that it hasn’t been that far off, but if you’re looking for a refresher course, you can find it <a href=”http://www.whichwaytohollywood.com/tag/glbt-short-fiction/”>here</a>.
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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.
He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.
He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.
He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.
“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.
His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.
“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.
He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.
“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.
Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.
“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.
He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.
He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”
He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.
The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.
“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.
“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.
His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?